Day Two...

Amazing how one's world can collapse into a tiny focus when sickness or fear or sadness visits. I am preparing to fly to Vermont for ten days to look after things at the house and maybe ski in a neighbor's cross country race (in Vermont one never knows about how the snow will be), and I am nursing a nasty cold that has plugged my sinues and I am now coughing up colorful sputum. So do you think I am thinking about Iraq or the possible demise of social security? No, I am clinging to my fragile hold on life and health. No wonder religion stays at a primitive level for most of us most of the time.